Full Moon
by Carol
365 words
The full moon had called her out to the forest tonight, as she knew it would. She could have resisted, it was always a choice, but why? She loved the freedom, the joy in running through the trees, the metallic taste of blood when she caught her prey. And she had a special prey in mind.
She stretched feeling the burning start in her hands, blazing to her center. Pain ripped through her, familiar and intoxicating. Then the moment passed and she lie on the forest floor, panting, her white silk dress in tatters beside her. Slowly she rose, her silvery fur barely contrasting with the forest's shadows. Her ears perked at the sound of howls from the nearby hills, but she ignored them. She would not be running with the pack tonight.
She headed south, her large paws soundless, and sniffed the air. Jake had made a mistake yesterday, talking at the bar about his fishing trip. He...